So this is the only solution I could put together today, and only because of the help from Angels Nat and Don. It wasn’t the solar or the cord, it was the Dometic compressor that shit the bed for the last time. I will now be buying four bags of ice every day or two. And until I dive deep under the bed to find my 110 cPap cord, I will have to go without it. Which, when it’s as cold as it is (35 tonight in Lynchvburg, VA), water vapor condenses in the hose and tries to drown me, so I can’t use it anyway.

There is much to be grateful for. A full day of sun topped off my battery, the heater pump is working, and I have two gallons of fuel to refill its reservoir. The 140 miles I drove today – on roads no longer flat and straight, often little wider than a driveway – kept me in the moment. I need more of that to stay out of the dark places I have found myself going since the full moon slammed my rising sign. I am not having fun. Right now nomad life is more than I care to deal with. So … I will be retreating from non-essential activities, places, things, and people until I come back to joy. With blessings, it will be in time to celebrate day 1,000 of this wild ride.

Along with any good mojo you care to send my way, please post things that will make me laugh. The only thing I laughed about today were the two bugs getting it on on my hood while I was stopped at a red light. Uncontrollable laughter will be rewarded with a three-card spread from a tarot or oracle deck.

See you on the other side of this funk.